Author's Note: As usual I wasn't able to completely control myself when writing Logan in a romantic situation, so while this piece is far from the steamy stuff I'm capable of it may be inappropriate for younger readers though I still maintain that it does not merit and R rating as the rating system of the site is mandated. It does allude to many very intimate situations between Rogue and Logan which are bound to make readers see both characters a lil differently next time you watch the cartoon. That's the good/bad thing about being a writer, you pull your readers into your own imaginations a bit with your words and that can sometimes alter the perception of those readers. If you'd rather not start seeing Logan the way I do, ya may want to just kind of skim this chapter. (My view of Logan being that he is simply the most fascinating and drool inducing character every created in comics, cartoons, books, or film and that includes comic, video game, cartoon and movie versions of Logan/Wolverine. Sick, I know, but if I seek professional help all my creativity will be stifled and run dry then what will you read? :-P)
Luring Logan in Five Simple Steps
This was not funny.
Logan was driving her crazy and she was beginning to believe it was deliberate.
He was everywhere.
If there was a mission he went on, she went with him and vice versa.
When they were sitting down to eat, he always took the seat next to hers and made sure their bodies brushed constantly under the table or when they were passes food around to others.
He was touching Rogue a lot lately. Seemingly accidental or innocent touches that made her want to act the southern belle so many called her and swoon into his arms.
The thing that really started tipping her off that he was up to something, was when everything in her room started breaking and he had to be called in to fix one thing or another.
Things like her dresser drawers that were always stuck when she tried to open them and the handles pulling off when she tried to yank them open.
Like her closet door coming off its hinges when she tried to open it.
And her lamp not working or her desk chair just collapsing out from under her when she sat on it.
All things Logan would easily be able to rig for failure and then fix later.
He always came to fix it when she was in the room. He always came in wearing nothing but a pair of those skintight jeans they outta outlaw and a tool belt.
The tool belt was the final clue for Rogue. That he always brought exactly and only what was needed to make the repairs told her he was responsible for the damage.
But why?
What on Earth was he up to other than shooting her hormones through the roof?
She thought again of the little pink envelope that had gone missing from its hidden location in her dresser.
Was he giving her the sign she asked for?
Step One
Ok, the tight clothes on Logan really worked on her, so the first thing Rogue decided to do was go shopping for sexier, skimpier and much tighter clothing.
Thank goodness Jubilee loves to help out with that kind of stuff, left on her own Rogue would have talked herself out of this mission and run screaming from the mall.
No one at the institute would ever dream of wearing some of the outfits she'd allowed herself to be talked into buying.
The skintight, can barely breathe or walk in, hip hugger jeans weren't really uncommon. Nor were the baby tees, tight tank tops, very low-cut blouses, or mini-skirts.
It was the leather that would most likely shock everyone.
Logan was a leather kind of guy, Jubilee had argued to get Rogue to agree to buy all those items. Leather pants, skirts, jackets, and bustiers.
She even agreed on sexy footwear to complete the transformation and now found herself with pairs of stiletto heels and thigh high boots that Jubilee guaranteed would get Logan's attention.
Any protests she had made during the shopping trip about it being too dangerous for her to wear such revealing garments with her deadly skin were waved off instantly with Jubes throwing tons of long silk scarves and gloves in with their purchases.
Returning to the mansion loaded down with her purchases, Rogue had gone straight to her room vowing if she made no progress within ten days all of it was going back as most the stores' return policies mandated.
Except for the underwear. No one but she would ever know what she was wearing under her clothes and she found herself really liking the underwear she'd bought.
Thinking of those intimate articles, she went to open her underwear drawer and tuck them inside. When she went to pull it open though, it jammed. She pulled harder and flew back to land on her butt with the handle in her hand. Having had this happen many times recently she threw the handle aside, rose to her feet cursing Logan, and called to the Professor to send the cursed man to fix her drawer. Again.
Knowing he'd be there shortly, a quick plan formed in her head as she stared at the piles of shopping bags on her bed.
No better time than the present to start giving Logan a taste of his own medicine.
~*~
Logan was smirking as he made his way to Rogue room to fix yet another drawer that had jammed for no reason then broken when real pressure was applied to try and open it.
It was amazingly easy to do that little trick. Just stick a little something in the tracks of the drawer by reaching up through the opening of the drawer below and loosen the screws on the handle. The drawer would move an inch then no further and when one yanked the handle flew right off.
All his tricks had simply involved loosening screws or hinges or bolts to make things fall apart so he could fix them and get Rogue all hot and bothered by his body.
Hadn't taken him long to figure out the effect he had on her once he knew to pay attention for the signs.
Darn good for the ego getting responses like that by just strutting around bare-chested.
Without even bothering to knock, he entered Rogue's bedroom with some quip remark ready on his lips only to be struck speechless by what he saw.
She was standing in front of her mirror checking herself out from all angles in the obviously new clothing she wore.
It had to be new because no man, not even Logan who rarely noticed what the people around here wore, would have forgotten seeing her in those black leather pants that clung to her lean legs like a second skin or the flimsy light green shirt that smoother over her chest and ribs before ending abruptly and leaving her flat stomach and little bellybutton exposed.
Damn.
What had he come in here for?
She suddenly spotted him in the mirror and turned to face him, startled by his sudden appearance.
"Ya should always knock before coming into a girl's room, Logan, you never know what you might see popping in unannounced."
If this was what he had to look forward to for just barging into her room, he'd be beating the door down every hour.
If he could wait a whole hour.
He noticed her giving him a curious look for not saying anything, so he growls and moves into the room to get to work – shutting the door behind him.
"I'm glad you were able to get here so soon. I just did a lot of shopping and want to put my new things away, but the drawer just jammed up again."
He just grunted in response to that and knelt before her dresser, seeing her reflection in the mirror as she returned to the bed to start picking through her new clothes.
Growling at himself, he turned his attention to screwing the handle back onto the drawer. The first side went back on fine, but as he went to start on the second he caught a glimpse of her doing something thanks to the mirror.
She had stripped the light green shirt off and was standing there in a sheer black bra looking at two other shirts on the bed, obviously trying to decide which to try on next.
The screwdriver slipped in his hand and he ended up cutting his knuckles with a curse.
Rogue looked up at him all concerned, not even realizing what she was showing off, and wanted to know if he was all right.
He just growled again and tried not to notice how soft and pale her skin looked under that bra.
Seeing she still had his attention and apparently needing the input of another to decide which top she should next put on, the girl picked them both up and asked which he preferred.
One was a black t-shirt that looked like it was made for a tiny little kid and the other was a low-cut dark green long sleeved shirt.
"The green one," he answered with little hesitation.
Shoulda said the black one, he thought as he nearly swallowed his tongue at the cleavage revealed by the green one.
Needing to get out of there quickly now, he rushed through fixing the draw and getting it to open easily.
Unfortunately, to make sure he had everything working properly he pulled the drawer open himself after fixing it and found himself staring into Rogue's underwear drawer.
Oh boy.
"That's so much, sugah. I've got a few things I wanted to get put away there asap."
The little witch was now standing beside him with a bunch of frilly undergarments in her hands.
His brain said run, but his body was rooted to the spot as he watched her carefully add thongs, demi bras, garter belts, very brief bikini panties, and two corsets to her collection of intimate apparel in that drawer.
It took all his strength to leave the room and not throw her down on the bed to see what she wore under those skintight pants to match that bra he'd seen her wearing.
~*~
Ok, he didn't ravish her like she'd wanted, but Rogue could tell her clothes had had a major impact.
Or maybe it was her little act with the shirts.
Or letting him see all her new sexy undies.
Either way, he was one step closer to eating out of the palm of her hand
Time for the next step…..
Step Two
Turnabout was still fair play, wasn't it?
Aw, who cares the more important saying is all are fair in love and war, Rogue rationalized.
After the underwear incident, as she was calling it, Logan had gone into retreat.
Or he'd tried to.
Rogue wasn't letting him.
Now she was the one everywhere he went.
If there was a mission she was called to go on, she made a stink unless the Professor sent Logan with her and vice versa.
When they were sitting down to eat, she took the seat next to his and made sure their bodies brushed constantly under the table or when they were passes food around to others. She even started going so far as to drop a hand under the table and rub his thigh until he growled at her and rose quickly to leave the room.
She was always finding a reason to touch him or get him to touch her and she knew it was really starting to effect him by the way his eyes flared with what she hoped was passion and he kept always having to shift his…stance… to stay comfortable.
He still wasn't returning her caresses or openly encouraging more, but he was weakening.
Step Three
Her next plan was to get them some alone time, just the two of them in a nice intimate setting.
An opportunity for just that kind of thing presented itself on the fourth day of her mission. She was having trouble sleeping and went to Logan's room and found him disturbed by nightmares as well.
At first he'd been startled by her presence, but as she began explaining how she was having nightmares too he made himself decent and encouraged her to come talk.
That he felt the need to put on bottoms was a minus, but the talking while resting side by side in his bed was a definite plus.
She poured out her fears and the images that had kept her from sleep and he comforted her by stroking her hair and cheek with feather light touches.
He got all tense when she had him start recounting his nightmares and she comforted him by stroking her fingers through his hair and rubbing his tense shoulders.
When she urged him to lie down for a massage, he did so with a cautious, but warm glance.
It was the first massage she'd ever given, but apparently she was a natural because soon a rumbling sound of contentment – he'd kill her if she dared even think of calling it a purr – was coming from his chest at her touch.
Her hands worshipped his back and shoulders until her arms ached from the exercise.
Logan slowly rolled over beneath her as the caresses stopped and pulled her head down toward his.
Barely daring to breathe she felt his lips touch hers for the first of what she prayed would be many times.
It was a fleeting brush of his mouth over hers, not even enough contact for her skin to even think of reacting.
Then he lifted the edge of the scarf she was wearing – she'd gotten into the habit of always wearing a scarf and pair of gloves since Jubes suggested them – and placed it over her lips before claiming them in a deeper kiss.
That was the stuff dreams were made of.
She felt such passion and hunger in him and it was all for her.
He jerked away suddenly and told her to go when he realized that his hand had begun caressing her in ways he apparently felt he shouldn't.
She felt like kicking something at the dismissal at such a moment, but left and focused on preparing for the next step.
Step Four
The song wasn't something Rogue would listen to on her own, but Kitty was listening to it on the radio as they were studying and it had a good beat that soon had them both up dancing.
They were both bouncing and gyrating to the music when she saw Logan walk by the doorway of the rec room they were in, then stop to stare in at them.
This was the perfect opportunity to crank the sexual tension between them up a notch.
Seeing and feeling his intense stare on her, Rogue's movements became slower and more seductive and the lyrics of the song sank in and took hold of her.
I look and stare so deep in your eyes,
I touch on you more and more every time,
When you leave I'm begging you not to go,
Call your name two or three times in a row,
Such a funny thing for me to try to explain,
How I'm feeling and my pride is the one to blame.
'Cuz I know I don't understand,
Just how your love you're doing no one else can.
Got me looking so crazy right now, your love's
Got me looking so crazy right now (in love)
Got me looking so crazy right now, your touch
Got me looking so crazy right now (your touch)
Got me hoping you'll page me right now, your kiss
Got me hoping you'll save me right now
Looking so crazy in love's,
Got me looking, got me looking so crazy in love.
Soon she was making moves a stripper would blush at as her gaze locked with Logan's and she saw his brown eyes darken with a very male reaction to her provocation.
Kitty had stopped moving and was staring at her in shock, but Rogue barely noticed the fact.
Like women had for centuries, she was focused on the man she desired for her own and attempting to bewitch and seduce him with the sensuality of her body.
The song ended and abruptly became some blaring commercial, dragging her from the spell she'd slipped under.
She blushed and bit her lip upon seeing that her friend still stood gaping at her. The blush got deeper when she saw that Scott, Jean, Bobby, and Evan had entered the room at some point and also stood staring at her in disbelief.
Mortified at their reactions, she turned panicked eyes back to Logan to see if his reaction was equally stunned and not necessarily in a good way.
He was staring at her intently and when he saw she was looking at him again, he jerked his head to indicate he wanted her to join him outside the room.
Pretty sure he was going to lecture her and not jump her bones as lust from her dance overwhelmed him, she dropped her tomato red face downward and gazed at the floor as she slowly left the room to follow him as he moved away from the doorway.
~*~
The second they he came to a stop in the shadowed privacy offered by the staircase, she opened her mouth to apologize or make some defiant statement or something.
But his hands clamped down on her shoulders and he pushed her back against the wall as his lips came crashing down on hers in a fevered kiss.
He pulled away after the draw of her skin started, but before the connection knocked him out.
For a moment he stood there breathing heavily, then he released her and stepped back.
"You've got my attention now. If you're sure you really want it, the next move is yours, Stripes."
With that he turned on his heels and left her standing there leaning weakly against the wall while fingering the lips that still tingled from his kiss.
Oh, she really wanted all right.
And she knew just the next move to make, as it was exactly what she'd planned for her last step to lure Logan into love with her.
Step Five
What to wear, what to wear, what to wear?!
Rogue had pulled every single article of clothing she owned from her dresser drawers and closet trying desperately to find the perfect outfit for carrying out her plan.
Nothing.
Nothing felt right for tonight.
Sure all the sexy clothes were sexy and all but they were too … much for what she wanted.
Biting her lip anxiously she looked at the clock and realized Logan would be heading for bed soon.
If she didn't hurry up with a decision, the opportunity would be lost for at least a week as she definitely didn't want her first ever seduction to be rushed or interrupted by school in the morning.
It had to be on a Friday or Saturday and tonight being a Saturday was perfect, especially since he'd given her the green light just a few hours ago downstairs.
Well…he may not of been thinking of …this… when he said the next move was hers, but she certainly had been.
Was she brave enough to boldly take this last step as her body said she should?
Taking one last look at the ticking clock her mind and body came to an agreement and she was rushing from her bedroom to Logan's with the hope that this plan went as well as the others had.
~*~
Approaching his bedroom that night, Logan cursed the fact that Rogue's scent was following him everywhere lately.
It was coming so strongly from behind his closed door he could almost believe she was awaiting him on the other side.
The kid was brave and obviously ready for their games to stop and their relationship begin, but only in his dreams would she ever be so bold as to lie in wait for him in his bed.
Or so he thought before he entered his bedroom.
The first thing he noticed was the trail of her clothing on the floor starting just inside the door and stopping on top the covers at the foot of his bed.
From that last article of clothing – her bra – his gaze went to her bare feet then up her bare legs over the rest of her completely nude body laying awkward and tensely nervous on his bed.
Those last two things, her awkward and nervousness in this situation where most other women would be coyly seductive, made him love her more for being so brave in making her intentions toward him so clear.
He was simply staring at her lovely body for the longest time without moving and she got even more nervous.
She sat up, biting her lip and trying to cover her nudity.
"I'm sorry. I should have known this was a bad idea. Of course you're not gonna wanna come in here with me and all this deadly skin."
He snapped out of his daze, shut and locked the door behind him then moved forward to keep her hands from grabbing up her clothes and putting them back on.
"Don't," was all he could manage to growl out.
"But – "
"Don't worry about your skin. It's never scared me and I've thought of quite a few ways to get around it lately."
"Really?"
She looked so eager and excited and curious by his statement that Logan didn't hesitate to join her in the bed and demonstrate the truth of his words with actions.
~*~
With the sheet still safely between them, Rogue snuggled against Logan's side and smiled happily at the success of her mission to lure him to her.
Feeling satisfied about everything that had happened that night, she willingly surrendered to the sleep that was calling to her.
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Songs lyrics are property of Beyonce Knowles and found in her song "Crazy in Love" from the Dangerously in Love cd. :-)
